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Danielle Feb 14
Sometimes we get answers to all of our mysteries in the world after a catastrophic event; I picked the last petal of the flower, telling me he loves me not.
A valentine prompt.
Danielle Sep 2023
Should I be proud of myself, having a triumph in my life, eagerly tossing and standing straight for a toast in the crowd even if it means to lose you?

It'll be a great disaster, a fiasco.
spacewtchhh Aug 2022
used to looking at the sky
rose-colored eyes,

Strying Dec 2021
creating cages
can't control
can't counter
can't contest
can't clean
can't cry,
can cry
cancel culture.
I hate cancel culture :(
goodnight ya'll
Thomas Steyer Jul 2021
I looked out the window, goodness me
torrential rainfall in Germany

on the TV a reporter said
people are missing, many are dead

aerial views of the devastation
leave no room for the imagination

they show the extend of the flood
which left the area covered in mud

horrendous stories and detailed accounts
explain what happened and no one doubts

this is a direct result of the climate change
experts say, it's neither surprising nor very strange
gen Jul 2021
we witness things from our frame of minds
but we can never foresee what transpires next,
in view of the fact that life thoroughly shackles us
and takes our souls to the fathomless world.

people ought to seek for answers
though most of the time,
they go missing & empty handed
and will forever remain a mystery unsolved.

like events in our lives that manifests significantly
engraves marks, stains, and wounds of the past,
in a way our minds
would never cease to forget.
— g.c.
Nora Sayed May 2021
It was all yours to take
Free to either own or break
Thought it fell in the right hands
Against you no one stood a chance
You asked for something to hold dear
Once given it felt devastation and fear
What it went through can not be told
For if it happens it would die in the cold
After life would have stabbed it in the back
Left for no one against it a track
Wind would have grabbed it by the throat
Threw it somewhere far and remote
It was yours and you buried it deep
Neglected it until it left with a sense of defeat
Is this what happens when I entrust you with my heart?
I should have known better from the start
It began with a lovely “ You and Me”
But in the end, it was all a “ catastrophe”
Dave Robertson Feb 2021
another week
has passed without
disaster catching

how that
seems to be
the common
Danielle Feb 2021
I always write about love
and think I'm into it
And think of its twist and turn,
It wasn't that easy to love and
To be loved.
Each day we're swooning by
The comfort of the Sun,
I could not remember the last time
The light had left me;
No one would ever take a glance
on their dark times.

I know, I am complete--  living on a guarantee that
The stars will hold on into the night,
Each night where you will hear the
Swan's lullaby
And in morning, you will embrace
The thoughts of last night's catastrophe.
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